He tried not to stare, but she saw him look a couple of times. She felt like her pussy must be dripping. He stayed a while longer and then said he had...to get going. She only saw him once more that afternoon, but that was okay she knew she had him now.When she got to the lake Michelle had her plan all formulated. The trail followed the edge of the lake around to the far side, where the camp sights were located. About _ mile before the camp sights the trail ascended around a cliff at the edge of. The three of us knew the real reason, and Master and Mistress's private celebration with me continued long after the door closed on the last departing guest.They were theatrical like that all the time, and I was always the blushing, sometimes reluctant starlet of their little plays. Every few weekends, they'd take me to their cottage out in the country. Late in August, we walked to "Mindy's Tree" for the first time, with the cuffs hanging from its branch and stakes still in the ground. Upon. A surprising amount of tongue was involved as my hand moved to cup her breast. Then she undid her blouse and her front fastening bra. (My brain registered and thought ‘interesting choice... ‘) She moved my hand back so I could stroke and fondle her breast and hardening nipple.She caught my questioning glance - “The shop is closed for my lunch break.There’s only you and I and I fancied a bit of a nibble... !” As she said it she stood and shrugged off her blouse and bra, before kneeling beside me. Very much, Sir." She heard the sound of his belt being undone and his fly unzipped. She fought to keep her eyes down as her breath quickened and she felt a tingling, a stirring, a moistening deep within herself. He had not spoken and so she waited for what seemed like several minutes until he finally spoke. "Speak your desire, little one." "I want to pleasure you, Sir... with my mouth." "You'll have to do better than that, little one. Be more specific, more detailed, more explicit." She.